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The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences* (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.
I was tagged by @powerful-owl and @diablointercept, thank you!
*or paragraphs, in this case. Forgive me.
They're in the same press conference. It is a battle — a desperate, furious battle — for Daniel to stay focused on the camera and not on Max, who is sharp and frustrated and borderline rude. Max snaps at an inane interviewer later on. Daniel watches the footage five times in a row, video pinched wide, him zooming in until it's Max's mouth, as big as he can get it, and wants to put his dick in it. He tries to meditate the night before Free Practice, the night before Qualifying, the night before the race. He should be doing a full body check but instead he's just remembering Max's skin, the way he tasted, the places Daniel hadn't had a chance to map before it all ended. He wants to learn him like he learns the track, but the opportunity is gone. It is done. It is over. He mentally scrolls his way through their message thread, at the soft dick pictures, the times Max said Daniel's name out loud, the pictures in bed with Zoe asleep by Max's side.
He should be horrified, but all he wants is more of it. He wants Max's attention, he wants it at the expense of Zoe, he wants it more than he wants literally anything on this fucking planet. He wants, he wants, he wants.
He opens his eyes and he's alone. He's so, so fucking alone. It hurts.
Heartbreak fucking sucks.
And I'm sharing one or two paragraphs rather than sentences because
I haven't shared anything in ages
this fic is in the HOME STRAIGHT
I'm writing the LAST CHAPTER (cough, probably) and it's 110k+
we're in the 'I don't think anyone will want to read this/it's too long/what are we doing' mental battle phase of finishing a piece of writing, so it's SHARING TIME as I wail WE WILL OVERCOME YOU at my screen.
(PS OBVIOUSLY this is heartbreak but my fic will end positively for Max and Daniel because I don't write anything that doesn't).
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for now I'm standing in the moonlight wondering when will this all be over?
i'm wondering if it really doesn't matter, what i do or what i say,
i'm wondering if the neighborhood coyotes found a good place to take cover,
and if it's gonna be another fourteen months before it really rains
healmode ; jeff rosenstock
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